As I open the door to the room of lost hope, I’m hardly even curious of what I will find. The malaise, dizziness and nausea overcome and take every ounce of my being.

Presence, the new Master.

No energy for greeting the day and sun. No energy for striving and accomplishment. I open the door to the room of lost hope to cry and rest and give it all up. The beauty and excitement I once thought the world was, seems like a distant memory. The dark veil that covers everything is thick and heavy, I can hardly see the light. I wonder again and again how will I do it? How will I live like this? Will I ever be the same?

I knew at the beginning of Covid that I had been altered in someway, I would have no idea how altered and what was yet to come. Broken with no energy to fight, I rest in the room of lost hope, laying my face in her breast and let go of this day.

I Surrender…